The woman named Peace, smiled happily, “You have no idea. After just a few days of taking it, my body feels much warmer, my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore, and my sleep has improved a lot. Look at my complexion—doesn’t it seem much better?”
“Wow! It does look rosier!”
“Just a few days and there’s already an effect?”
Even Peace couldn’t quite believe it herself. If someone else had told her this, she would have thought they were conspiring to deceive her.
“I’m not lying to you! Just ask Dr. Smith for some samples, and you’ll see for yourself!”
Everyone turned their eyes to Sophia.
Sophia was taken aback, then nodded repeatedly, “Alright, alright! I’ll start making some more and distribute sample packs to you!”
She chuckled to herself.
She thought about putting the pot outside by the door.
Sophia preferred to slow-cook the paste over a fire. The process was quite simple—grind the ingredients, add them to the pot, and simmer over low heat. It didn’t require constant attention.
While tending to patients, Sophia also prepared thePaste, multitasking efficiently. Using her large clay pot, by evening, she managed to produce ten large packages.
Each package contained about thirty to forty small slices.
“However, to prevent anyone from having adverse reactions, such as overheating or low energy issues, you’ll need to let me check your pulse before consuming it.”
Everyone took her advice seriously.
Peace asked excitedly, “Dr. Smith, how much is one package?”
Sophia thought for a moment and said, “It might cost $100 per package because my paste is very expensive.”
“I understand. I once bought it for my sister when she was pregnant—it cost thousands of dollars for just a little bit. I can tell yours is top-quality.”
Sophia smiled. “I don’t have much time to make it, so I intend to keep it premium and only sell to my patients.”
Everyone chuckled.
Peace immediately transferred $100 to Sophia and took a package.
Seeing Sophia distribute sample packs to others, some initially hesitant individuals decided, “I’ll just buy a full package.”
“Me too!”
“Might as well—otherwise, it’ll sell out, and we won’t get any!”
They weren’t wrong. Sophia only made ten packages a day. With so many people vying for them, there wasn’t enough to go around.
Besides, this wasn’t just an ordinary health supplement; it was medicinal. Sophia had added so many herbs that consuming the paste was akin to taking a dose of medicine.
Sophia hadn’t expected such enthusiasm. Since some patients had underlying conditions that made them unsuitable for tonics, she insisted, “Alright, but let me check your pulse first. If your body isn’t suitable, you can’t have it!”
“Okay!”
A few patients prone to overheating were disqualified after her assessment. They were quite disappointed and pleaded for exceptions, but Sophia didn’t relent. In the end, all ten packages were sold to female patients present.
She earned $1,000 in cash, and even after accounting for the cost of materials, she made a decent profit.
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It was peculiar—on that Friday, all the patients Sophia treated had minor illnesses, like colds or diarrhea. There were no complicated cases like cancer that required extensive time. As a result, Sophia finished her consultations early and returned to the Smith family home.
When she entered, Olivia was sitting leisurely watching TV. Upon seeing Sophia, Olivia rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Oh, you’re back? Tough life after the divorce, huh? Outworking every day just to make ends meet. So pitiful!”
Sophia shook her head, wondering if Olivia had some mental issue.
“Of course, I’m not as free as you, Miss Olivia. Unlike you, who got kicked out of Current Entertainment and can’t get signed by any other agency. Naturally, you’ve got time to relax.”
Olivia froze, then jumped up. “How do you know about that? Did you sabotage me? Are you the one who messed up my contract renewal?”
Sophia smirked. “Why don’t you guess?”
Olivia’s face darkened, and her hatred for Sophia skyrocketed. She glared at Sophia’s retreating figure, her jaw clenched. She had been puzzled about why her supposedly finalized contract renewal with Current Entertainment had suddenly fallen apart. But how could Sophia have pulled it off? What kind of method could she have used to make Wilson Mark cancel the deal despite risking offending the Scott family?
Furious, Olivia went to confront Wilson Mark. Upon arriving at the company, she saw a man who bore a striking resemblance to him walking out.
The man, though older, had incredibly smooth and youthful skin, with features somewhat similar to Wilson’s but also distinct.
Olivia hesitated for a moment, unsure if she had the right person.
“Mr. Mark?”
Wilson paused and nodded. “Why are you here?”
Olivia’s contract had already expired, and she was now technically a former employee. While there was nothing wrong with her visiting, it was still unusual—especially with so many paparazzi outside the Current Entertainment building.
Olivia, puzzled, asked, “Mr. Mark, your face…”
She suddenly remembered how sensitive Wilson was about people commenting on his appearance and realized she had said the wrong thing.
Wilson frowned. “You want to ask how my vitiligo was cured? Of course, it’s healed now!”
And it wasn’t just the vitiligo—the treatments had also resolved his erectile dysfunction. Even the topical ointment Sophia had given him made his skin much smoother. To this day, he felt like his recovery was a dream. If someone asked him to promote Sophia’s skills on TV, he could do it as enthusiastically as someone selling luxury whiskey!
“It’s healed? When did this happen?” Olivia asked, stunned. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind, and she hesitated before asking, “Could it be that Sophia treated you?”
No! That was impossible! How could Sophia, a mere intern doctor, cure vitiligo?
But if it wasn’t Sophia, there was no other explanation for the terminated contract.
Wilson didn’t deny it and simply said, “Let it go. You’ve already stolen her husband—try to have some decency.”
With that, he turned and left.
Behind him, Olivia stood frozen, her face a mix of shock and anger. Her emotions churned until they ultimately settled into a deep-seated hatred, hidden beneath a swirling vortex of resentment.
